User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/The Island/@comment-1607590-20101031024710

looks up knowing she heard Midnight this time, glances around then lets out a little sigh and a smile, hops into longboat and rows it back to the docks saying in a loud stage whisper as she nears Midnight...? Midnight? Where are ye first mate? I knew ye wouldn't bail on me. Midnight where ye at lassy? ''continues rowing then soon bumps up against the docks.